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Red and white? Why not call it red and black?

She shook her head wildly in protest.

"Don't you like it?" Mars frowned in distress.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "Little rabbit, can you understand me?"

Jiang Li was startled, his heart was not good!

Because she was too familiar with Mars, she did not pay attention to these details.

However, this is her most tender lover.

She hesitated, and finally nodded.

It shouldn't matter, right?

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